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[h3][color=#6DB224]Gabriel Aeckard[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Up in a Tree
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Anomala, the Dwarf Ash Dryad
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“So, you ever thought about moving back to New York?” Was the next question that was presented to the demigod, one Gabriel was hesitant to answer. Initially, he would've quickly answered with a simple ”of course” as he originally saw this new home as nothing but another temporary change in his status quo. But then he actually thought about the question. He remembered why he was here. [color=#6DB224]“Well yeah. But...I just wanna be safe.”[/color] He admitted. [color=#6DB224]“Like, I would wait for a call from Willow, telling me that I can come home.”[/color] It was a futilely optimistic thought, something both he and the nymph knew. 

“Do you even [i]have[/i] a cellphone?” Mala was quick to change the subject, before Gabe could dwell on the thought any longer. She didn't want to be responsible for putting him in any deeper of a hole that he seemed to (perpetually) be in now. [color=#6DB224]“No. What's a cellphone?”[/color] Gabe asked, feigning innocence. Mala’s expression flattened. 

“You're joking.” She sputtered. Gabe smirked. [color=#6DB224]“Duh.”[/color] He really didn't have a cellphone, though. “Just how detached were you from typical human life, anyway? Like computers and the Internet and stuff.” Mala asked. [color=#6DB224]“I lived in Central Park, not the Amazon rainforests.”[/color] Gabe replied, matter-of-factly. [color=#6DB224]“I know all about the trends and the social medias and stuff.”[/color] He added, sounding way older than he actually was. “Mmhm.” Mala didn't sound convinced. Gabe didn't really care. 

“Well I mean, y’come here playin’ up the whole “Forest Prince” angle, and I was thinking you couldn't tell the difference between a computer monitor and a television set.” The particular name caught Gabriel’s attention. [color=#6DB224]“They called me that in New York too...the forest prince.”[/color] He admitted. “Being the sole male raised by a family of females, that doesn't surprise me.” Mala interjected with a scoff. [color=#6DB224]“And they also called me...Harvestchild.”[/color] He wasn't too fond of that particular name. All it did was remind him of his mother. “Huh. I don't blame ‘em. Sounds like something [i]I'd[/i] call you, too.” She goaded with a chuckle. 

[color=#6DB224]“Don't get any ideas.”[/color] Gabe shot back, flatly. He had finished his breakfast in the span of that conversation, balling up the foil that once housed his burrito, and placing it in the inner pocket of his jacket. [color=#6DB224]”I'm going.”[/color] Gabe rose to his feet. [color=#6DB224]”You workin’ today, right?”[/color] He brought up, still planning on surveying the scene. Mala stood up after him, handing him the sapling. “Yeah, was going in right after this. I mean, I'll be a half hour early at this rate, but eh, I guess I can be early every once and awhile.” She smiled, giving him a playful nudge before dropping from the branch.

A 30-something-foot drop would be considered disastrous for a human, but the inhuman durability of a wood nymph made the plunge trivial. “It always easier going down than coming up!” She called out. [color=#6DB224]”Heh.”[/color] There was a dirty joke somewhere in there, but Gabe was willing to let it slide for now. Instead, he conjured up another vine after placing Marcy in his backpack. He quickly followed after the nymph, rappelling down the trunk. 

Upon touching down, the two began back into town, and back under the protective guise of the barrier.